"Nothing happens on its own, fate is just a word."
The Doctor didn't believe in fate. It was far too unscientific and illogical to appeal to him.
"Fate's just a stupid ape word for something they can't understand," he'd insisted when she'd suggested the concept. "If they could be bothered to look, they'd see a reason for it."
Maybe he was right. It was suddenly all clear to Rose exactly what he meant when he said that everything had its consequences. Looking round now at her mum, Pete, Mickey, Jake, the Doctor… this was beyond fate, this was… It seemed like everything she'd ever seen with the Doctor had collided at this one moment, ready to tip them all over the edge. To kill all the people she loved. I wish I'd never met you, Doctor. She erased that thought instantly, finding herself glancing over at him quickly to see if, by any small chance, he had heard her thought. She would never have changed it, even if, by knowing the Doctor, by going to the places she had, she had destroyed her life, the lives of her mum and Mickey… the lives of the world. It was all worth it because she'd known him.
Just as she was thinking all of that, she felt her stomach give way and everything around her go blurry. When her vision cleared she found herself standing in a room, just like the one she'd just been in, only darker and derelict. She didn't feel the impending doom she'd felt in the other room. But she didn't feel the hope either. She looked round at her companions. Mum. Pete. Mickey. Jake. But no Doctor.
"No. He's not doing that to me again," she said decisively, pressing the yellow button. The blurriness hit her again before she opened her eyes and saw him again. He didn't look as amazed as she'd expected him to. Maybe he did believe in fate after all.
Lyrics from "Don't let go" by David Sneddon